Tonight I heard a screech from the girls' room. It was Starling. She had just looked out their little patio doors and noticed Hans and Mette jumping on the trampoline. "SUMMER! THEY'RE JUMPING ON THE TRAMPOLINE WITHOUT US!"
I'm still a bit boggled over how it is that they spend so much more time outside here--often on our little trampoline and swing set. But they do. (And Starling is not one to be left out of it!)
Of course having neighbors about--who are likely to show up when they hear sounds of play--likely helps encourage heading out.
They've been riding bikes a lot more as well. And mostly I feel quite happy about it (knowing we are on a little dead-end county road). But I sometimes forget that we do actually have a dairy at the end of our street and trucks laden with hay or semi's carting milk are not completely uncommon! So it's not wholly without risk!Neighbor kids responding to the call of other neighbor kids outside again.
The weather here has been great. Rather chill in the mornings (low to mid 40s) but then 70s in the day time. My only complaint is that it is getting a bit cold for sleeping with an open window--which I have been doing fairly consistently since we got here. Mike isn't quite as big a fan of the accompanying noises, but I love the outside sounds here! The frogs stopped in August (sadly), but we've been hearing coyotes in the distance lately! And I even like the cows lowing. (Though I will admit that every now and then they've taken to bellowing so loudly that I've had to shut the window. And I should also admit that occasionally we get magpies in the morning. They could never be described as pleasant to hear. The loudest and most squawking cacophony of all. And yet ... I still do like magpies. Always they've been annoying, but, they annoyed me every single summer of my growing up years at Polk's End, and somehow that's established an odd sort of nostalgic loyalty in me. [Several times I recall Tony, in a burst of utter, bleary-eyed, tired madness, going out with his shotgun to scare them off long enough for a few more minutes of sleep. With memories like that tied to the birds, I can't not like them ... even as I might myself be driven to firing a shotgun in their direction.])
But, back to the weather: it's cooler, and the Mendon hills are turning red, and I keep feeling rather shocked that we've lived here long enough to be seeing a change in seasons! I don't really know why, but it feels like something significant somehow to know and see a place through its seasons. The frogs stopping. The mosquitos lessening. The low fogs beginning to appear on the fields in the mornings. Already I look out our little kitchen-sink window and can imagine pastures stretched with snow. And I called Mike today wondering if there was a spot I could plant tulip bulbs at the farm where they wouldn't get mowed down.